My uncle died in November. the worst part, was that the last thing I knew about his feelings on God where that he didn’t believe there was a God. It hurt to know that. But, then at his funeral, a pastor from a local church stood up and talked about my uncle. He said things that we knew already that he was happy-go-lucky and was always kind. And then he talked about something that was found in his wallet after he died. it was a card from one of the other local churches. It was all worn out, and on the back of the card was written
“I am the way, the truth and the life” John 14:6.
I was blown away. I had been wrong. I think that was one of the only times I was ever that truly happy to be wrong. As the pastor spoke these words, an image of my uncle standing there, dressed in all white, appeared in my mind. And somehow, I just knew that he was taken care of. I felt it in my heart.